This blort said she wasn't a blort, that she was a god tossed from her throne and forced to manifest as a minor anomaly attached to no gods or masters. She lamented that her time was done. Soon she shall be stupid and remember none of her glory.

Seconds after that, the blort started to lick the underside of your bed to eat the dust particles it loves. It has never spoken again, and you assume that like most blorts it picked up a stray, but strange, radio wave.